This only added to the uneasiness in my heart.

Being able to smell the stench and blood in the air has almost become the norm in the underworld, and the sudden disappearance of these two smells gives me a feeling of extreme discord.

I don't know how deep this spiral staircase is, but I feel that when I walk on the stairs, the speed of time passes as if it becomes very slow, and it feels like your patience has been stretched infinitely, and no matter what kind of movement you make, the speed is twice as slow as usual.

Sometimes I try to speed up, but I feel that I just lift my leg faster, and the speed of movement doesn't change.

At the same time, I can't tell if it's a delusion or not.

When you reach the bottom of the spiral staircase, you can see several rows of stone buildings built on the staircase.

Unlike the ruins that can be seen everywhere on the first two floors, the buildings here look unconventional, and unlike the surface world, where houses are stacked on top of each other, often giving the impression of imminent collapse.

There was a hurried commotion from the back of the house, and I listened carefully with my ears pricked up, and found that it was the clamor of the market.

It made me feel in a trance.

Why does the bottom of the dark world have a more peaceful atmosphere than the surface world?

Clean streets, well-groomed houses, and lively bazaars are rare in the surface world.

I have the impression that the above-ground part of the sea market is full of shadows and filth.

When I calmed down and tried to recall the scenes of the surface world, I was shocked to find that the scenes had become a little blurry, as if I was gradually forgetting what the surface world was.

I was scared for a while, but my mood quickly calmed down.

Because I realized that whether I forgot the scenes of the surface world or not, those scenes were real, whether I forgot or not, whether I remembered or forgotten, I was still me, and the surface world was still what it should be.

Looking at the mountain is the mountain, looking at the sea is the sea, looking at the mountain is not the mountain, looking at the sea is not the sea, why is the mountain a mountain, why is the sea a sea, what you remember is the mountain, or what you remember is the sea, what is the difference, no matter what you remember, they are all a manifestation of the Tao.

After thinking about this, the memories in my mind became clear again, and the feeling of time being infinitely stretched disappeared.

That's when I realized that the world I had just seen was actually colorful!

The air deep underground has been completely shrouded in yellow-green light mist, and everything that can be seen by the naked eye has also been soaked in this light mist.

Here, it is impossible to see such bright colors, and everything that the eye touches is lined with green and old.

But the clean streets and well-groomed houses are real, as are the cries coming from afar.

I tried to change my breath to stabilize my mind again, and then I pressed my steps down the stairs and into the alley next to the spiral staircase.

Every house next to the alley is lit up, and the light from the windows is also yellow, but under the light, you can clearly see the fog fluttering in front of the window, and the light from the window seems to make the fog in the air show its original shape.

At the same time, I also noticed that every door was engraved with the line of Rune: "The eyes of the night are upon you." ”

It happened that the window of a house was not closed, so I pressed my steps to the window and looked carefully into the room.

I didn't write down in my diary what I saw, but I said that the scene was too peaceful, so peaceful that it made people feel weird.

It was a long time, and I thought back to it, when I leaned over the window, as if I saw a woman sitting at a large square table cutting clothes, during which she occasionally took out a ruler and wrote and drew on the cloth.

Probably this is the case, the woman's mood is extremely stable, no matter her temperament or behavior, she looks like an ordinary housewife.

But the problem is that this is the deepest world underground, and I have just witnessed the cruelty and barbarism of the two layers above, and the calm presented to me at this moment is extremely strange no matter how I look at it.

It didn't take long for the housewife to get up from the square table, grab a cloak and drape it over her body, and hurry out of the door with a handful of valve lights.

Before leaving home, she lit the valve lamp, illuminated the Lune text engraved on the door panel, and leaned down and bowed deeply to the words, and after tossing and turning, she wrapped her cloak and quickly left the alley.

As the housewife walked past me, I could vaguely feel a stale smell about her.

It was another evil aura that I had never seen, like corpse gas, but not corpse gas, with a very old and special smell in the process, like the dust on the body of a thousand-year-old mummy.

I frowned slightly, and when the woman was about to walk out of the alley, I also pressed my steps and chased after her.

Walking out of the alley, there is a road about four or five meters wide, and there are many pedestrians on the road, each of whom wraps himself tightly in a cloak and carries a lit valve lamp in his hand.

I can't figure out why they use valve lights for lighting, the fog provides enough brightness for everyone to see the road underfoot.

Here, the savage atmosphere of the first two floors is completely unsightly, only the silence constantly suppresses the air on the street.

If you look closely at the pedestrians on the road, you will find that everyone is like a ghost, walking silently, the cloak hangs so that it does not even shake, occasionally there is a visible fog through the gap in the flow of people, there is no wind on the street, but the fog is still flowing.

The calm aura that permeates the mist makes people shudder.

Looking at the passing crowd, I realized that the most serious problem is that the social structure of this layer must be as complex as the surface world, after all, power alone cannot shape the world into this, and the overly complex social structure also determines that I cannot control the inhabitants of this level in the most primitive way as before.

Do you know why I put a lot of effort into controlling the first two layers, because once the King of Yellow, who is regarded as a righteous god by the underground world, is eradicated, the underground will inevitably be turbulent, and the inhabitants of the underground may even return to the surface and compete with the people living in the sun for survival resources.

At that time, there is a good chance that the sea market will collapse.

The only way to avoid this is to take control of the entire Underworld.

But what should I do now?

I didn't have a clue about it, but in the end I decided to settle down and do some research to see what the community ecology at this level was like.